the shape of me
tumblr dot com
Sweet Seals For You, Always
wallacepolsom

Product Placement

Kaledo Art

Origami Around
dirt enthusiast
KIROKAZE

titsay
ojovivo
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
i don't do bad sauce passes
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
cherry valley forever

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap

seen from United States

seen from Russia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany

seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore

seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Sri Lanka

seen from United States
seen from Austria

seen from Netherlands

seen from China
seen from United States
@darlingmydear
the shape of me
strawberry
one thing that's really monumentally hard about this moment is accepting that there will never be perfect allies. i'm hispanic; i have been against ICE and state-sanctioned violence the whole time. it's so hard for me to hold both my activism and my personal rage in both hands. the rage in me keeps asking why the fuck wasn't it enough at the first kidnapping. why haven't the other deaths mattered at all?
but at the same time - if Good and Pretti's murders are radicalizing people, it's radicalizing them. someone online (with 5k likes) said: i don't know why, but this one feels more personal than usual. i don't blame them for their ignorance (they're just people) but that one comment hurt me. none of the other crying mothers or little kids calling out for their parents or men slaughtered by police felt personal?
and ... i get it. maybe for once other people are finally saying that could have been me in the car. they are finally saying he just tried to help someone up, he wasn't even at a protest. maybe they finally realized: these people did nothing wrong, but the government defamed them before any investigation was even begun. the killer was pardoned before he even drew the fucking gun.
and i know what that's like, i have seen this happen too-many times.
but maybe this was the first time they've ever actually seen ICE violence. maybe they don't read the news, maybe they genuinely believed every kidnapped person "deserved it". maybe... i don't know. maybe it didn't feel real until now, you know? to be fair: social media has a way of making everything film together, a massive wave of tragedy that you cannot parse. and maybe there's just such a sense of pointlessness to it that it filtered out for them. the government usually provides such a clean narrative (he was resisting, she was a criminal); maybe it had given them some peace to just-believe. maybe this is the first time that the lie is obvious even to their eyes.
it's frustrating, and dehumanizing. a white lady and a white man shouldn't be the face of a movement that largely affects everyone else.
and... they died for our movement. and if this is what it takes. if now there are people who are going to take up a banner and walk with me... I want them to be there. i want them to feel the same fire i do. i want them to have that fury that has been burning in me for so long. hell, maybe because they're new to it - they'll burn hotter. there's probably places i am jaded and overwrought. a friend in need is a friend indeed, right?
i have always hated the parable of the prodigal son. i cannot help but feel i have been standing in this space, screaming. that we have been begging for help. that we have warned you. why wasn't it enough when it was one of us?
still. still. i close my eyes. they're here now, and that is something. a handprint. at least, at last: they're by my side. as the saying goes: better late. okay. okay.
whatever it takes.
the girl with the pearl earring. cy3rix on instagram. 2025.
Lovers, Friends, Lovers/Friends
Watercolor On Black Paper
2020, 11"x 14"
Pink Gold Roses
Available for $350. DM to claim.
Salvador Dali, Women Flowers, 1970
Ansellia africana (Leopard Orchid)
i have to believe somewhere, someone is trying a taco for the first time. someone is taking their first shower. someone is coming home to a new puppy.
i have to believe that this winter, someone new to snow will pull out a 5 dollar plastic sled and throw themselves down a hill, just to try it.
i think i'm probably lucky to be familiar with sunrises. i live in an area where the lightning bugs dance in their cocktail hours. i take chickadees for granted.
today i saw a tree that had changed to fall colors, and my first reaction was to grimace. i love autumn, but i hate the cold. i don't want it to be winter yet.
but how lucky, to live in a place where the leaves do change color - so bright and vibrant that people make treks from around the world just to look at what i grew-up-with. my mom's friend was a teacher in florida. she used to ask us to mail her an assortment of leaves, just to show her children - to prove to them yes, they really do turn yellow and orange and red.
last year i finally tried pumpkin spice for the first time. someone this year will find a new favorite knitting pattern. someone's favorite band will drop a new album. artists will make things we haven't yet imagined. there will be chalk drawings and magnet poetry and karaoke and recipes and laughing.
it is easy to forget. this was all new to me, once. and when it was - well, it was just all so easy to love.
Saeed Jones, "Aretha Franklin Hears an Echo While Singing "Save Me", Alive at the End of the World
Twilight Stories by Yana Dhyana
I've seen this before, but it's been years and it just came across my Twitter in its dying days. The words are from a favorite author of mine, Maggie Stiefvater, and they are the words I most need to hear when it comes to dealing with chronic pain and illness. I didn't need this the first time I saw it, six years ago. I need it now. Maybe you do, too.
Illustration from ‘Zen and the Art of the Macintosh - Discoveries on the Path to Computer Enlightenment’, Michael Green, 1988
Happy Computer Plant Life monday everybody
Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u
Butterfly Knight by Amelia Bothe